Chapter 8 Shaking Hands With The Enemy

• Mateo’s P.o.v
• “Find out every information you can about her. Find out everything you can lay your hands on,” I disconnected the call and entered my convoy from my mansion following my arrival in Italy. I sat at the back of my sleek black sedan, gazing at the endless stretch of open road. Pablo was sitting beside me and together with my entourage of heavily armed guards, we heard for Guzman with only one purpose in mind; to negotiate a fragile peace treaty with the “Sinaloa.”
• I had arrived in Italy and the situation at hand needed immediate action. According to Pablo, Guzman has stopped us from passing his territory even with the high taxes he’s been getting and it is starting to get out of hand.